Past Life

"Jack," Tooth called. His eyes snapped up to her. "What's wrong?" He wanted to tell her, she could see: his brow lifted in a silent plea. But as quickly as a blink the look vanished and he shook his head, forcing his lips to turn upward. There was really nothing else for it. "Jack, I didn't want to pry. But it's about your memories, isn't it?" COMPLETE.